Today is the 31st May 2014. Days have been dreadfully fast...

Sitting in my parents' living room alone, a sudden reminisce hit me when I heard a modified exhaust drove by. Those days... how dangerously thrilled were they. The faces and the cars started to surface in my mind, so did the experience from sitting in the front sit while they drive to impress. 

Swift came first, Euro R came second, then Mercedes C coupe, heavily modified MRS, a classic Lexus, an old old M3, heavy modified EG6 that could keep up with a 350Z, and a few others that were just stock cars. 

And I remembered the chasing of street races, the illegal drift session, the impromptu drag race with a complete stranger car next to us, the failed drift, the dangerous slither between cars, the countless times guys tried to impress by speeding on a clear straight road (which is a total turn off) and the many times just sitting by a place and admiring modified automobiles around us. 

Those late nights... heading out at 10 at night, partying the night away. Flirty dates, classy dinners, posh residential... and you never know what's gonna happen next but you still look forward to it with a high level of anticipation. 

Those are good fun times, that one have learnt to play without getting played. But good times don't last, so does your youth. You can play... but you can't play your whole life.